The sun is peeking through the clouds, but it’s still moist out. Streak gets
back, to a sigh of relief by Ryleigh. She watches Streak jump out of the
compact convertible, “Gosh, she musta froze her tushie off!”, shaking
her head with wonder.

Streak hops out of the Triumph, grabs her bag, gives Nathan a quick peck goodbye, steps back, blowing a kiss with her palm pressed to her lips. She then proceeds to continue kissing different spots traveling up her own arm, for a laugh.